HEAL THE SPLITThe title of the trio’s debut full-length out on Barcelona-based label Màgia Roja, undermines the overwhelming sense that what was breached and broken can never be put back together. HtS doesn't attempt to capture the live Wackelkontakt experience – it is an independent studio entity.
The lyrics are contradictory, schizophrenic and chaotic. Emotional manipulation clashes with a desire to shake and be shaken, to allow oneself to become sucked as far as possible from self-loathing. When self-reflection arises it is bitter, ridiculous, pathetic, interweaving with philosophical texts lifted directly from the likes of Deleuze & Guatarri, Foucault, Artaud, WJT Mitchell and others. The quotes become seamless parts of the lyrical barrage, as Wackelkontakt crumble under the urge to say everything while understanding nothing, to understand everything while saying nothing.
The title track, a naked, instrumental noise assault, sits between Papamummy, the hip hop opener, and Zkhut Kium, offering what could be tagged doom R&B. The title undermines the overwhelming sense that what was breached and broken can never be put back together; that megalomania and inferiority complexes are two sides of the same coin; that blinding empowerment is immediately exchanged with absolute nihilism.
Wackelkontakt demand your attention, however only after you survived all trials of insistent, deliberate rituals of shooting themselves in the foot and blurring all possible traces of narrative. The result renders Wackelkontakt's angst locally Jerusalemite and universally millennial.
“The record is an accomplished and bold debut from a group at the forefront of Jerusalem’s defiant art scene… Wackelkontakt are staring, screaming and spitting into the void, but forever will the void be too afraid to spit back”